To touch on love
once know we knew we might
forever lose ourselves in the moment
a fantasy becomes our feature.
~
All else step aside
for the show has begun
and two people wearing glossy eyes,
not realizing tears well nearby.
~
We stepped and danced,
and not a rhythm could we miss
for in such moments
is the beauty of love’s bliss.
~
We wanted forever to be
just that
some eternal flame would
temper the bittersweet air.
~
It’s an aftermath of sorrow
will cast an afterglow …
~
Its bittersweet reckoning, y’know.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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